Under the shadow of the sword, Jiang Yuecheng passed by with his sword. Duan Yutong's black hair fell off, exposing his white neck. It was as bright as the white snow in winter, blinding people. "You, you, I'm going to kill you." Duan Yutong's little face turned red with anger, and he swung his sword fiercely to slash, but he was tripped by a stone. She fell down and threw herself at Jiang Yuecheng's feet. Jiang Yuecheng, with a cold face, kicked Duan Yutong away from her feet in disgust. Duan Yutong flew in the air again, the tulle skirt flying in the sun, and her heart rolled uncontrollably at Jiang Yuecheng's feet like Newton's apple. Thump, thump, from the sky to the earth, continuing this dizzying swing, it may be love at first sight.